I knew this place, this hill, this sky;
not long before the fields were buried.
I stood where you are now.
There was a stile as high
as my shoulder and a hawthorn
whose shade I borrowed.
And Sam sitting on Persephone
our cow asked why and why
and why does grass grow upwards
and why is the sky blue?
And Mam smiling said: God’s love
is reflected in the sky; the grass
reaches up to touch.
And Pa said: starlings
paint the sky with cornflowers;
the grass is scared of worms.
And scraps of laughter drifted
up the hill from Battenhall fair
and beyond the stalls
the tall cathedral tower stood
and the river twisted
like the ribbon in my hair.
And Sam was singing, so I shouted: why
did they build so tall?
And Mam said:
to touch God.
And Pa said:
because we are scared of worms.
Ian was raised in Northumberland, lives in Worcestershire and has two grown-up daughters. He trained as an engineer but when not writing he works as a programmer. Ian’s poems have appeared in Ink, Sweat and Tears and Algebra of Owls.